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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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[Event] A New Building

Postby Prophet on March 10th, 2017, 10:17 pm

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The chambers were built with a specific purpose and while Evarista may never know what that is, she quickly learned that there is no escaping such a place. Had she managed to create any kind of structural damage, the glyphs would have been triggered and she would have experienced something unpleasant. As it was, the guards would let her sleep and her ravenous state brought on by the vilemoss would wear off before she would wake up.

The soldiers would periodically check on her to maintain a regular status of reports to their lord. Time passed and when the girl (morphed or not) roused from her slumber, she would find Lazerin standing in her chamber by himself. The wine-colored robes swirled around his muscular legs as milky eyes stared intently at his subject. For several chimes, the handsome man neither spoke nor moved –he simply observed.

Finally, the Druvin broke the silence. “You’re an odd one. If you can manage a reason why I shouldn’t kill you, I’d certainly like to hear it.” Another thought ran through his mind but he was unsure of its implications at the present time. The seemingly ageless man narrowed his blank gaze at the prisoner and waited with idle hands for a response.

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Xen’s weapon would be taken into custody and there was movement in the form of the soldiers combing over the dead bodies. The ranking officer thought carefully on the Dhani’s words. Perhaps this wasn’t a wasted trip afterall. Lazerin could appreciate one who shared a charismatic nature but he also knew a thing or two about deception and thus, trusted very little.

“It seems you’re a rather logical serpent, though…” The large man made a very subtle hand motion accompanied by certain look which sent two soldiers silently into the darkness. “I will need to verify what I can.” The handsome face smiled a grin that dripped with arrogance. “You understand, I’m sure.”

From out of the narrow hallway, a figure cloaked in black approached the mighty warrior and bowed its head in reverence then shared some information in a whisper. Whatever it was, Lazerin’s face held a single expression which gave nothing away to the stranger. When the exchange was done, the Druvin dismissed his lackey and returned his focus back to Xen.

“I would like for you to accompany two of my men, snake. There’s a task that you might be able to provide aid and it would benefit your progress towards citizenship to do so.” Having said his piece, the magnificence that was Lazarin was gone; swallowed into the shadows but not before a strange flash emitted from his eyes.

Two soldiers armed with various weapons and decent black armor came to stand on either side of Xen. One bore the Dhani’s katana and they began to march back towards the exit fully expecting Xen to move with them. No words were said and should he ask any questions, the replies would be gruff, short and unhelpful.

Once outside, the smoldering carcass of the giant bat was still present. Upon seeing it, one of the guards shoved Xen to the side into the other man. Suddenly both of the soldiers were drawing weapons and attacking one another. Oddly enough, there was no signs of a staged effort as both men had blood vessels flooding their normal eyes and the blows were not dampened or pulled in anyway. Sword clashes rang out and one of the men shoulder checked the other.

He buckled and tumbled back into Xen, the katana sailing free a few yards away. The fallen warrior rose and instantly began slashing at the Dhani while cursing him for being in the way. One might expect the opponent of this man to end him but the bloodshot gaze lifted from the Ebonstryfe soldier to Xen and he too came after the Dhani with a means to end his life.


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[Event] A New Building

Postby Evarista on March 13th, 2017, 10:40 pm

Evarista's sleep wasn't of the restful kind. It was more of a half-catatonic stupor where the mind took refuge after an intimate brush with insanity. An emergency shutdown that only happens when the deepest core of someone's being is compromised so badly that they're on the verge of becoming an unthinking animal forever. And she wasn't ready to leave that refuge. She'd much prefer to stay there without waking up, without having to care what happened outside of the infinitely small speck of darkness that contained her entire consciousness... but her body wouldn't allow it, and the unreasonable instinct to survive tore her eyelids upwards against her will.

The first thing the Druvin's unfortunate prisoner did was to let out a weak whine of pain. Evarista felt like she was run over by a stagecoach. Multiple times. There wasn't a fiber in her body that didn't burn from the recent overexertion and the near-total dehydration that vilemoss left in its wake. The worst news were yet to come, though. When the girl tried to move her lips, she realized that she had none. Her body was still partially morphed, and that thought made a cold shiver course through her. It was common that she fell asleep half-morphed after coming back home after a drunken roof-crawl across nighttime Ravok, but this was the first time she woke up this way. Her body failed to return to its normal shape while she slept, and that could not mean anything good.

No. This wasn't a normal morning, and she wasn't at home. The memories of the previous night flooded her mind, startling her with a jolt of adrenaline. Flailing weakly as if protecting herself from some unseen threat, the misplaced aristocrat forced herself to sit upright and to look around. This was the same massive vault she's been tossed into, and it was the last thing she remembered. It was the only thing she remembered, really. How did she end up here? Was she kidnapped? Why would anyone bother? No matter how much she tried remembering anything from yesterday, no images formed. She woke up in her bed at home... and then she was here. And now she woke up again.

Evarista's cloudy eyes finally gained enough focus to let her see past her nose, revealing the figure of a man towering over her. After a bout of surprise-induced dry coughing subsided, her first impulse was to ask him to bring her some water. Folding in some of her spidery mandibles and pulling her overgiven djed with approximate accuracy, she restored enough of her mouth to form human words. Somewhere on the way, glimpses of the fateful encounter yesterday began returning to her foggy mind. It didn't shock her as much as it should have. The only thing it brought was anger – not over being put in her current situation, but about something much more important.

"It was... you, wasn't it? You ruined... my favorite beach... you..."

Her voice was laced with the hissing and whistling of her parched throat, still optimized for ultrasound. In the coming dramatic pause, Evarista tried to follow up with an insult of some sort, but her refined vocabulary fell far short of the sentiment she wanted to express. Settling for an indignant grunt, she supported herself on the floor and tried to stand up, but her knees betrayed her halfway and she slumped back onto the dusty stone with a strained whine, barely supporting her awkward sideways sitting position.

The Druvin's calm request puzzled her quite a bit. Not attempting to get up a second time, she just stared up at the man with a complete lack of understanding in her hazy eyes. He's clearly had some difficult questions on his mind so early in the morning, and she had nothing to contribute to the discussion. He probably knew that very well, but chose to ask anyway. Despite the overwhelming presence that he exuded, for an instant he reminded her of her smug and petty siblings, throwing snarky remarks her way just because she was a socially acceptable target at the manor. She was tempted to laugh.

Unless he actually expected her to offer some silver-tongued response, in which case he would simply have to be disappointed. And then he would probably go ahead and kill her. Evarista always thought that she was less afraid of death than she was of a miserable life, but the prospect of having to make it through another miserable life, but from scratch, was actually just as uninviting. Even so, she really didn't have it in her to start a debate with the man in front of her. If he was anyone else, she'd probably just fight or flee without saying a word, but he left her neither of those options. Continuing to stare unfocusedly at his milky eyes, she couldn't tell what he was thinking, or what he wanted to hear from her.

What does someone like him need from others, anyway? Probably nothing. He didn't actually need to be here, he was only here because he wanted to be. She wanted to be like that, too. But unlike him, she'd never choose company.

The silence between them was drawing out for too long, and having nothing in particular to say to him, she simply said the last thing that lingered on her mind.

"Maybe... so that I can grow up and become like you one day... hahahaha!"

Unexpectedly even to herself, Evarista began laughing quietly, sounds bouncing off the walls of the chamber, while her unblinking and uncritical stare never left his face. The unheard supersonic component of her voice was much louder, much clearer, and absolutely overflowing with spite and jealousy.
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[Event] A New Building

Postby Xen on March 26th, 2017, 7:49 pm






Mind and instinct were two separate things. It's amazing how listening to one over the other can lead to disaster or potential death. But Xen knew better. He understood that he needed to strike a perfect balance between his mind and instincts from his time in the jungle. Falyndar being the great teacher of his miserable and lonesome life. So Xen relinquished his katana despite his instincts telling him to keep the weapon within his grasp; reason and logic outweighing sheer, primal impulse, and drive. He knew not to act violently and remained calm because it was in his best interests to do so, hastiness would cause all sorts of trouble and possibly the cessation of his current self.

Xen observed the soldiers while they went about their endeavors. He was looking for a way of escape, archers and those like Lazerin: the charming druvin. Xen did not want to incur the wrath of a being that oozed an aura of power, intimidation and malice, especially, one highly proficient in reimancy. But the potential of there being more like him, lurking beyond the capabilities of his sight and senses worried him more.

You have to be in these sort of situations, lord Lazerin. It's not wise to be lazy and inattentive when one's life is on the line, ” Xen chuckled nervously in a please-don't-kill-me way. He noticed Lazerin's gesture after he looked upwards for the first time and then grimaced as two men ventured ominously into the darkness. Xen could have sworn he saw one of them smirk evilly in his direction. Afterward, he began to contemplate the horrors that awaited him.

I don't like those words!” Xen exclaimed in his mind. Lazerin spoke too ominously to the point where his words felt like dozens of spiders being birthed from a spider abomination that was once human“I... I understand, lord Lazerin. Thank you for giving me a chance to assist you, ” Xen spoke respectfully to Lazerin and even finished with a slight bow. However, he maintained a continuous gaze on Lazerin's actions and visage now that he'd become accustomed to the driver's presence. Xen noted Lazerin's arrogant and pompous ways too in hopes to assimilate those characteristics into his memory for future use.

Lord Lazerin and the chiropteran, huh? You both will be perfect morphing models, ” Xen thought maniacally. He wanted to assume Lazerin and the bat abominations forms immediately but did not do so in fear of the consequences.

Xen stood to his feet unclothed. The previous battle had left him nude, though, luckily he wasn't easily embarrassed and his captors were the same. Next, Xen scrambled to put his pants on but wasn't given the luxury of anything else. He remained shirtless as the guards escorted him out the asylum doors.

I'll escape once I—

Suddenly, Xen felt someone push him; he suspected something bad would occur. However, the situation was beyond his understanding as he did not know why the guards were so hellbent on fighting each other. Their behavior was too strange and dangerous, prompting Xen to dash for his katana. He felt a blade slide through the air behind him but he was already gone. And running towards his katana at a speed that viper dhani prided in.

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[Event] A New Building

Postby Prophet on March 29th, 2017, 11:57 pm

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The Druvin was smirking. His captive had a certain quality that he admired –an innate resignation to understand the situation at hand. That, in and of itself, was enough to spare her life. During her nap, he had been informed by his men that she belonged to the Nitrozian brood. The tower of a man shifted his weight when she addressed how he destroyed her beach. All he did was smirk. There was a fair amount of sizing one another up. From all accounts, the girl was a morpher which is what enabled her to survive the vilemoss in the manner that she had. Lazarin’s hands reached out for Evarista then stopped. The motion was laced with malicious intent but since it halted halfway between them there was no way to tell for sure.

The giant man threw his head back and laughed a deep, full chortle that echoed off of the chamber walls. “Like me?” He wiped his face with a sigh as giggles continued to spill out from his handsome face. “I think my lord would be rather fond of you. I’ll be sure to tell him as much.” Lazarin continue to laugh then slipped a hand into the folds of his robe. He produced a small silver chain that held a miniscule black pearl. The thing was flawless but no larger than the tip of the girl’s pinkie. He dangled it out for a moment where the gentle sway of the gem was allowed to lazily steal her attention. “Your affluent upbringing has bought you some mercy but not as much as your little tricks which is why you deserve this.” He leaned his face very close to Eva’s until his breath could be felt against her cheek. The milk-white eyes looks sideways at her while his hungry grin warmed his skin. The next thing he said was a whisper that fell over her left side while the necklace still dangled off to the right. “I’ll be watching you.”

Lazarin leaned back and offered her the trinket. It was a small thing, really, but one he felt obliged to give. If she took it, he would leave and the door would be left open. A set of Ebonstryfe soldiers would guide her back to the trading post to catch a water glider back to the city. Should Evarista refuse the item, it would be dropped upon the floor as Lazarin exited the chamber which would remain closed and locked.

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Xen would find himself far too quick for the armored men who continued to dual until one slayed the other. It seemed to be a hard fought victory until a gust of wind spun the helmet of the victor sharply to the left. The sickly click and coinciding shudder of the man’s body confirmed what had happened. The armor clanked as the body fell lifelessly in a heap next to the other slain man.

Just as the Dhani was about to reach his weapon of choice, a swirl of wind cast the blade far into the inky waters of Lake Ravok. After a brief bit of looking around, Xen would find himself in the presence of Lazarin once more. The man was holding the blade which cut down the first Ebonstryfe member. The large fellow cradling it in both hands as if he was about to bestow the weapon in a ceremony. ”It seems you need a new sword, master Dhani.” The charming leader was so good at his guile that it completely masked the sadistic zeal in his words. The blade he held was one of fine quality. A cold iron tulwar with a serrated blade and basket hilt, the Druvin seemed to revere the weapon. “I think this would be an excellent addition to your skills, Xen.”

The powerful figure made a few steps towards the Dhani then stopped. There was a line of blood that slowly dripped from the gentle curve of the blade’s edge. Lazarin made a spectacle of running the weapon against his tongue and cleaning the spilled vitae from the cool metal. “Hm. Still warm.” He gave a wink of his right eye and jammed the weapon into the back of its former owner in a move that sudden but also graceful. When he turned back to Xen he smiled and then started walking away as he continued to speak. “Take it, Xen. Take the sheath, too. A blade that’s tasted blood will always long for more.” Lazarin was quick to disappear. He had arrived on the scene with a small force of men but left and vanished into the shadows as if he was just an apparition all along.


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[Event] A New Building

Postby Evarista on April 6th, 2017, 9:11 pm

Evarista's laughter trailed off gradually, leaving her in a silent staring contest with the milky-eyed man. Having experienced his decidedly stormy greeting in the hallways the night before, she got the impression that he was prone to dispense with the social pleasantries, which, despite everything, was a quality she appreciated. Why he chose to hold this relatively long-winded conversation was beyond her. Events seemed to return to their rightful flow when he leaned threateningly towards her, looking poised to tear her apart with his bare hands. But if he wanted a reaction, he would be let down. She continued sitting on the dusty ground with a slumped posture, directing her usual foggy gaze up at him. There was neither defiance nor submission in her eyes, only curiosity, as if she was peeping in on something that was actually none of her own business.

The Druvin's prisoner surprised herself by how indifferent she was to the potentially mortal threat looming over her. She made some idle mental observations about how scary he was, but the thoughts didn't compel her to do anything, especially anything as bothersome as trying to run away. No, that wasn't it. She wasn't indifferent at all. She was welcoming. Maybe he would finally do what she hadn't dared to do herself... but he didn't. The massive priest aborted his motion and burst out laughing, apparently very amused by the whole situation. Although his booming voice was fairly terrifying in itself, Evarista felt the tension of danger immediately drain from the air. Her mind was relieved, but her heart was disappointed.

The trinket that appeared in his hand barely registered. At first she didn't even notice that he was holding anything, so her eyes wandered back to his face, which was now very close to hers. Even in her dazed condition, she could see his features very clearly. His facial structure was aesthetic, that much was a given, but Evarista was thoroughly repulsed by humanoid form, and he was no exception. She thought that the few cosmetic abnormalities on the outside reflected his state on the inside. He was visibly warped by whatever higher powers he served, but he could still not wash away the stench of humanity. Only a human would behave the way he did, and say the things he said. Her hand blindly grasped the black pearl, while her stare still drilled the white-eyed man, even as he turned his back and walked away from her. Before he vanished from sight, a strange knot formed in her stomach for a brief moment. Did she want to see him again? Her gaze finally fell on the glistening black pearl resting on her dirty palm. Yes. She was going to give this back to him one day.

That was the last clear thought she could muster. Everything else was a delirious blur. The soldiers half-carried her out of the building, since she was hardly able to stand, and someone got her delivered home, severely rattled and covered in bruises. When she finally woke up a day later, she had no clear memory of anything that happened, of the people she'd met, where she had even gone last night, and why there was a tiny pearl still clutched in her hand. Evarista enjoyed oblivion, and was not in a hurry to remember anything. One day, by necessity, it would all return on its own. But that day would turn out differently.
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[Event] A New Building

Postby Xen on April 9th, 2017, 8:55 pm






Xen was too cowardly to look back. So he ran towards his sword: where the coolness of cold steel and the source of his courage lied. Now he was closer than before. He was almost there! Xen could hear his blade calling to him, urging him to take hold of its handle as its light gray surface shined in the moonlight.

But the distance only seemed to widen, causing Xen to panic.
He did not want to lose his sword. He did not want to perish without his weapon within his grasp. He and it had been through countless battles, felled dozens of enemies, and endured nature's harshness. In the rain—coated in mud and sticks—they undertook a voyage to bring closure to enraged and saddened constrictor dhani, who'd lost their kindred. And with a swipe engaged a servant of Caiyha accompanied by great beasts—The Tarrlon. Afterward, they rested by the fire, illuminated by flames that suppressed the long night and bathed them in warmth.

Xen hurried and ran with every ounce of strength he had in a desperate attempt to preserve one of the few—if not last—tangible and precious things he cherished. But his body never reached the katana, nor did his hand grasp its handle. The sword slipped through his fingers like sand as a tempestuous wind whisks it away and casts it into Lake Ravok.

Xen believed he could reach his weapon by foolishly thrashing and punching the lake's surface, yet he knew he was deluding himself. His madness would not sway truth or reality. His strength could not part the great waters of Lake Ravok. However, he was unable to cope with it all: the depths of his attachments were too strong and stemmed from a daftness and choler that had been with him—unchecked—for far too long.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!? ” So he wailed like a soul who'd glimpsed perdition for the second time and a man utterly unhinged.

Now Xen knelt in the shallows completely drenched with overturned palms held forward in the lake before Ravok. He watched the water settle around him as ripples made from his tantrum extend outward and then vanish.
Ah, like allegories to my pathetic self. I'll never make waves or currents only these fleeting ripples in the grand scheme. This is the fate of the weak... the agony of existence.” Xen looked over his shoulder.
And then there are people like you. How can you see with those clouded eyes? How does it feel to stand over those around you? ” Xen asked Lazerin as he stared directly into the druvin's eyes for the first time.

Empty and impassive reminiscent of the blind, yet he felt the life that permeated the air around this being looming over him with a sword. Xen turned and faced Lazerin; hands extended in resignation. He accepted his fate. There was no more sadness or controlling fear, only odium towards life admixed with delirium.

But Xen was confounded by Lazerin's mercy and cruelty. The druvin killed one of the soldiers and bestowed a serrated and elegantly curved sword onto him. Naturally, Xen questioned the moment; his head swirled in a world bent on divesting and toying with him. However, he found the moment nonsensical and humorous too.


A sword for my misdeeds? Thank you, lord Lazerin!?” Xen threw his head back and broke into a fit of hysterical and maniacal laughter. None of it made sense but he was happy, alive and regained his precious sword. And that was all that mattered.

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[Event] A New Building

Postby Prophet on April 9th, 2017, 10:08 pm

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A small black pearl necklace - awarded to Evarista.
    This elegant trinket is more than it appears to be. The first time it is worn, it will draw a small amount of blood. Once this takes place, the blood donor will always feel a pull to wear the necklace. The one who adorns it will also feel especially attractive and be more inclined towards social interaction. This facilitates the actual purpose of the pearl - which is chaotic by nature. Every social interaction lends a 10% chance that a curse will be spread. Player can roll for odds through CHAT. If successful, PM the roll to an ST for the curse. Investigation of the item cannot begin until two curses have been released. Details will be placed in SS thread along with description.

A serrated cold iron tulwar - awarded to Xen.
    The sturdy blade has already tasted the blood of two individuals (both Chaons). The final touch of a Druvin cursed the blade to be blood thirsty. It will push Xen towards violence like an unseen force trying to tip the scales. The more it is used, the stronger this urge will become. After the blade has tasted the blood of three more beings, it will begin to whisper its motives to the Dhani almost like a conscience. After the blood of five creatures has been spilled by the sword, Xen may begin an investigation into the nature of his weapon. This will also see an increase in the volume and frequency of the whispers. Details of the investigation process and this description will be added to Xen's SS thread.
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